Chapter 978 960. Your Savings
After listening to the description of the lady in the lake with a funny expression as if watching a play, Lan En also knew that the goddess did not care about the people coming and going on Lake Vizima.
As long as she doesn't want to, then even if the Temerians turn over Black Tern Island, or even drain Lake Vizima, they will not be able to see the true form of the goddess.
"Then I won't do anything."
Lan En spread his hands and shrugged.
The goddess nodded indifferently.
“Of course, I also want to see how many more creative ideas they can show.”
The witcher shook his head in amusement at the goddess.
Based on the performance on Lake Vizima, Lan knew that they had basically figured out the issue of belief in the Lady in the Lake on Black Tern Island.
An image of a god who upholds the spirit of chivalry.
Therefore, drama-like plots are staged around Lake Vizima.
But if acting-like behavior is enough to win the goddess's favor, then this favor seems too cheap.
The favor of the Lady of the Lake is easy to say, showing chivalry is enough.
But how many knights are there in this world, whether they claim to be or have legitimate status?
Even if there are a bunch of civil servants in Vizima City Hall, which secretary-general doesn’t have a knighthood?
Regardless of the title, it's not that simple just in terms of spirit and actions.
Just like during the previous wars, even within the Nilfgaardian Legion, there were no tragic sacrifices among tens of thousands of people?
Are there no warriors who died upholding the glorious spirit of knighthood?
But these people will not get blessings and favors, because this is a war between humans.
There are people in the army on one side who uphold a noble spirit, but not on the other side?
So which one should the goddess support?
Whoever has a noble spirit will receive more blessings if there are more people, or less blessings if there are fewer people?
But if a legion already has a large number of warriors with noble character and perseverance, then they can't win without the intervention of gods?
The operation of human society is no less complex than the code of conduct of a certain god.
So gods like the Lady of the Lake will not interfere in the internal wars of humans.
The only one left who can still show the spirit of chivalry is the Lone Walker.
The value and perseverance of a certain spirit cannot be expressed by words or preached everywhere. It needs to be tested.
A harsh, even desperate test.
In the test, the ‘real gold’ will be revealed.
Lan En's test has been completed. At the end of the test, he expelled the evil gods that invaded the world.
In a series of actions before that, the five virtues of knighthood were demonstrated in him.
Honor, wisdom, generosity, bravery and mercy.
So the Lady in the Lake distorted Triss's original teleportation technique, and showed her face to the mirror master Gunter O'Dimm, and brought Lan to her.
If you want to compare it to someone other than yourself.
Lan En scratched his cheek.
I feel that I need to have at least a life journey like Geralt and Vesemir to be qualified to be recognized by a lady.
——
After greeting the lady in the lake, Lan En came to the Dark Water.
As usual, in order to take care of the villagers' ability to accept, Qilin and Flannel Ball have to stay outside.
The kitten and Gu Long were so happy, they were digging into the big package.
Qilin arched his head and wanted to taste the green flowers and moss balls, but the flannel ball was on guard, saying he wanted to see if they could be grown in this world.
This kind of ‘confrontation’ has been going on all the way.
The two guys were disagreeing with each other, and no one paid attention to Lan En.
Obviously El Cat and the New World Ancient Dragon also felt a sense of relief after coming out of the World of Fire.
After entering the village, the witcher found that this originally dirty little fishing village had become much richer.
At least the tavern in the village has not only been fully renovated, but also the wooden exterior walls have been painted.
The image above is painted with bright paint, similar to the statue of the Lady in the Lake painted on the village's outer beach.
After entering, the candlelight illuminated the less than ideal interior with warm tones.
Onions, potatoes, and garlic were tied into a garland and hung on the load-bearing wooden pillars of the tavern.
The tavern owner, who had changed into a brand-new silk puff-sleeved tight top, had a sharp eye and immediately saw his big patron.
"Aha!"
He threw the towel he was wiping the wine glass over his shoulder and cheered.
"Master! Master Lan En!"
Lan En, who was lowering his head and entering the door frame, also raised his hand to say hello.
"Hello, Gatiss."
The tavern owner looked even happier.
“You actually remember my name?!”
“Otherwise? I still remember that day you put on a dejected face as if you were about to die, and you said your last words as if it were for me to remember. Please tell me your name. That kind of self-introduction is really rare.”
The tavern owner Gatis quickly asked Lan to sit down and looked around.
Now Lan En's stature has completely widened the gap between him and ordinary people. Perhaps in the eyes of the tavern owner, he can hide it a little bit by sitting down.
However, according to Lan En's observation, there are five scattered people sitting in this tavern, but none of them are sitting here to get themselves drunk with alcohol.
They may be excellent intelligence agents, but there is no doubt that their sensory acuity cannot even match that of ordinary witchers.
Gattis brought over a large cup. There was a layer of water mist on the cup, which had obviously been iced.
"What should we drink this time, Master? The Redanian herbal medicine from last time?"
"No." Lan En shook his head, remembering the bitter taste of the herbal medicine that he couldn't get used to. . "Sweet, a little stronger, thank you."
"Then Nilfgaardian limoncello, with an extra spoonful of syrup!"
Holding his extra-large cup, Lan didn't mean to hide it too much. He walked directly to a table in the corner of the tavern.
Sitting on the table was a bald man wearing a monocle.
“Long time no see, Taller.”
Lan En sat opposite him, smiled and raised his cup.
The intelligence chief was sitting in the corner, eating a plate of roasted garlic. He wiped his oily hands on his body and picked up his own glass of beer.
"Yes, long time no see, Master." He looked natural and not surprised. "Long time no see."
Lan En took a sip of Nilfgaardian lemon with syrup, and the sweetness in his mouth made him feel very comfortable.
Taler exhaled a breath of cold air after finishing the drink.
"Pfft~ What a fucking piece of shit. The refrigeration amulet provided here is also very effective. The beer is so cold that it gives me a headache."
He opened his mouth and started spewing curse words as usual.
But after he finished cursing, Taller raised a finger from the hand holding the wine glass and pointed at the tavern owner.
"You don't blame him, do you? We are a group of people who work for intelligence, but Gatis is a decent man."
"If you want to blame him, you already blame me last time. I As I said, I don’t object to honest contact. Besides, Gatis can’t refuse you. Why is it your fault?”
"Okay. I forgot about you son of a bitch. You are also a decent person."
Taller habitually poured cold beer into his mouth again, and then his head was throbbing with ice. .
"If that doesn't work, why don't you let it go before drinking?"
Lan En glanced at him sideways and made a suggestion.
But Thaler refused.
"I only drank beer that was so cold in the summer in the fucking Vizima Palace. Just a few times! Now it's free!"
Taller pressed his head to endure the pain while hating. Said loudly.
Lane immediately stopped trying to persuade the intelligence chief working for Foltest.
The resentment of the social animals seems to be very strong.
The witcher's palm pressed down: "Okay, whatever you want, whatever you want."
"By the way, how were the post-war negotiations?"
Lan En's original intention was to change the topic and divert this social beast's attention.
But the follow-up to this topic is really surprising.
“Oh, everything is going according to the process.” Taller said casually while squeezing out another soft garlic clove from the oily roasted garlic and eating it.
“War, no matter how alarmist it sounds, is just that. Everyone is familiar with it. After all, which country has never fought a war? Win or lose.”
"Only this time, Vilgefortz of Rogoeven. This talented, handsome and promising member of the Wizarding Coven, shines in this negotiation."
"But I I think, Sir Lane, the first thing you should be concerned about now should not be the settled war negotiations."
After saying that, Taller looked at Lane and grinned.
That smile must have left a terrifying impression in the eyes of many intelligence officers.
After all, if an intelligence chief with a bald head and a monocle smiles at you, this is probably a bad sign.
But Lan En felt that Taller's smile towards him now was more like having fun?
But this is wrong!
There are no sorceresses around here!
Lan En calmly pressed the roaring bear head pendant around his neck to confirm that he was not wrong.
“Then what should I care about?”
The witcher asked curiously as he took a sip from the wine glass in his hand.
"Your savings, Ser Lann." Taller spat out a word that made Lann feel nothing.
However, the smile on the corner of the intelligence leader's mouth, which looked like a show of excitement, still made Lan En pay attention.
“My savings?”
With a ‘squeak’ sound, a door opened in a row of guest rooms behind the tavern.
Although Margarita has not been here for a long time, the huge rent she paid is still in effect.
But this room is not the one Margarita booked.
The person who came out looked very hesitant, and this emotion could almost be heard in the sound of hesitantly opening the door.
Immediately afterwards, Lan En's eyes moved down from the middle height of the door that was pushed open, and he finally saw the appearance of the person coming.
The strong and fiery red beard is very representative.
"Sileden?"
The witcher raised his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.
Thileton Giancardi.
Originally, he was a member of the Giancardi Bank in the city of Gos Velen, but later because he wanted to start a career, he did not hesitate to join Vale, a company that Lan En and Aretuza cooperated with. In Leah Steel Store.
The dwarf, who was originally enthusiastic and straightforward, now looked like a little brat caught by his parents, moving closer to the table where Lan En was sitting.
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